It’s an interesting way of posing the question, reminding Luke of what it felt like to be the unfortunate new arrival to Panem he had been two month ago, disoriented and desperately searching for his friends while struggling to come to terms with what it meant to wake in a place where the threat of walkers and bandits didn’t exist and few understood the significance of it. A place offering the luxuries of running water, a warm, soft bed, and a wealth of fresh food he had long since forgot the taste of.

A place, also, where he still had to look over his shoulder.

Some things never change.

“One a' them tributes from District 2,” he offers mildly before glancing back to his glass, keeping his expression as inscrutable as he can make it despite the twinges of curiosity. “And yourself?”